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DystopiaA Story by Viccy RogersHe ran his hands through the hot tap, holding them there and scrubbing them until they bled, and the skin around his fingers bubbled raw red like a hu.. |
Poem posted by youA Poem by YouYourselfPoem posted by you to be read, copy and pasted and shared. |
Post-Modern ProverbsA Poem by Qavah SimchahYou don't need anyoneYou can do it yourself Mask your imperfectionsBurn away your hellDon't let them forgetWho you want them to seeYou're good enough.. |
Toy storyA Poem by Robert RonnowBright and politekids. Deferentialsquirrels. Leaders ofleaders. Each manhis own manliving with his mate.The great and the small,all, the state. .. |
ReignA Poem by LolaNothing can bring me down. My tears are deadly, but I will still wear the crown. |
I am.A Poem by mask-of-shadowThis is a poem about identity very simple. We as humans hold so many titles but in the end if we strip down and put on a blank mask, who are really. T.. |
SECOND GLANCEA Poem by WEIGHWITHWORDSTHE ON GOING CONQUERING OF SELF |
VoidA Book by MichelThe story of a straight men who's in love with a transgender boy. A tragic tale about gender roles, sexuality and identity. |
What I am and Who am IA Poem by VarshaWhat am I?I am a WomanWhat am I?I am a Heterosexual womanWhat am I?A Heterosexual, middle class womanWhat am I?A Heterosexual, middle-class, Hindu wom.. |
Treatment: I Have Something To Tell You...A Story by SarahFCA young girl must come out to the most important person in her life. The person that is closest to her heart, the person who knows her better than any.. |
GrandpaA Poem by John ArachtingiA poem written at the time of my grandfather's passing. |
Self IdentityA Poem by John ArachtingiSome people like me for my talents.Some people like me for my personality.Some people like me for my wisdom and knowledge.Some people like me for my s.. |
Somewhere in TimeA Story by C.M GroganA young, nameless boy, describes his every-day life... |
FallenA Poem by Regina K. PrideFallen I step out into this sea of white mush, snow flurries drizzling down my face, catching unwanted specks in my eyes, there are no perks to.. |
OwnA Poem by shoganA brief poem on loneliness but the ever-present need for isolation and whether the emotions this conduces are a matter of choice. |
Nineteen Common to the BeautifulA Book by Sam EarleManav tries to make sense of a family tragedy, and through the lenses of vicariousness and mindfulness, he navigates episodes from his family's past. |